The Woman From Hell

Jordan obviously knew something had happened between me and Shannon. He smiled at me. "Looking for Shannon?"

"Yeah. Alas, she won't see me."

I brought it upon myself. I could not blame anyone.

He opened the door and said, "Shannon's still mad. I keep hearing her whine these past few days. She's an emotional person. I'm sure you have a better understanding of her."

I nodded. "Of course. I already told her I'll wait for her here."

Jordan's mouth twitched into a smile when he heard this. "How long are you going to wait here? Come in. She talks tough, but she's a softie. You guys will be able to talk better once you meet."

I smiled as I looked at Jordan. He was about to lead me inside, so I hurriedly got up and picked up the small chair as I followed him in. "Will Shannon be even madder with me coming in like this?"

"It's fine. Besides, you two have to see each other eventually, no?" he asked back.

"Yeah." I nodded heavily.

If all else failed, I would let her hit me until she got all her anger out of her system.

As I thought of this, Jordan had already led me into the living room when the housekeeper came up and greeted us. "Sir. Miss Lane?" The housekeeper was surprised when she saw me behind Jordan. She then glanced at Shannon, who was on the sofa, a little uneasily. Jordan first dismissed the housekeeper before bringing me forward.

"You're back." Shannon hurriedly got up when she saw Jordan, but her face immediately darkened when she saw me. "Who allowed you to let her in?" she asked coldly.

"She's already inside. Why not just talk it out?" Jordan softened his voice as he advised Shannon.

Shannon looked away, not even bothering to give me any face. "There's nothing for us to talk about."

"Shannon, you two have been good friends for so long. Don't tell me you want the relationship to just end like this?" Jordan patted her shoulder as he tried to appeal to her emotions.

"She's the one who wanted to end it first. That being the case, why should I hold onto her while she keeps giving me the cold shoulder?" While I felt somewhat terrible, this was an outcome I had to bear. I would not run away.

"Shannon, I-"

"I don't want to hear what you have to say. Leave." Shannon cut me off without any hesitation and ordered me to leave.

I swallowed the words the moment they reached my mouth. I looked at Shannon's furious profile, feeling like a stone was stuck in my throat. "Jordan, you're my husband. Why are you speaking up for her? Could it be that you still have feelings for her?!" Shannon said this angrily.

She likely knew she misspoke the moment the words left her mouth, but there was no use crying over spilled milk. Shannon wanted to explain herself, but since I was present, she said nothing. I noticed her hesitating to speak.

Jordan lowered his head, his tone a little lonely when he said, "Why do you still think that?"

I caused this. I waved my hand at Jordan, and he walked over to me. "Let me talk to her alone," I whispered.

"But she's now-"

"It's alright. I can do it."

"Alright then. Talk to her, then." Jordan turned back to glance at Shannon before sighing and turning around to leave.

Shannon crossed her arms over her

chest as she watched the direction Jordandeft with some regret. When she looked at me, however, her expression darkened again and she turned away.

I understood what she was feeling. Taking a few steps forward, I was about to speak when she started again, "You only have three minutes. You'll leave once time is up." "Yes, three minutes."Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.